Privilege Blues Songtext
von Fire Ant Season

Please pardon my mess as I verbally shit on each and every one of you
I empty my bowels by using consonants and vowels and yet some stay the whole set through
We′ve all got problems, we've all got issues and who am I to complain?
I hold no reservations to extrapolate the reasons why I feel like shit today And so that doesn′t excuse for me singin' the blues when I don't really have it that rough
I seem to confuse that my own self-abuse is just a way of being self-conscious
It′s a tired topic, as trite as always, but I can′t seem to get away from self-deprecation
But who am I kidding, I don't have much else to say


I always confide with this thought in my mind that it′s a weakness to ask for help
And I am so keen to partaking in judging when I see it done by someone else
How could anybody with a fragment of self-worth expose themself so vulnerably?
Then again, that's coming from the boy who stopped emotionally maturing at the age of just 13
And so now I′ve demonstrated in how this is all related by a lack of communication
But does the shit-talking surplus that I'll think on others′ progress count as valid conversation?
I guarantee that all these problems would cease and my life would turn around
If I could only practice the trials and tribulations of calming the fuck down